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There's a lady plays her fav'rite records
On the jukebox ev'ry day.
All day long she plays the same old songs,
And she believes the things that they say.
Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through,
But she just sits and listens to her juke box records,
'Cause that's all that she wants to do.
She sings along with all the saddest songs,
And she believes the stories are real.
She let's the music dictate the way that she feels.
It's only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
*** Time Passes ***
BTW, yes, I do recognize the delicious irony in using someone else's words to express how I feel about people using someone else's words to express how they feel.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records
On the jukebox ev'ry day.
All day long she plays the same old songs,
And she believes the things that they say.
Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through,
But she just sits and listens to her juke box records,
'Cause that's all that she wants to do.
She sings along with all the saddest songs,
And she believes the stories are real.
She let's the music dictate the way that she feels.
It's only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
*** Time Passes ***
BTW, yes, I do recognize the delicious irony in using someone else's words to express how I feel about people using someone else's words to express how they feel.
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